SEVENTEEN
Cook shoved a covered bowl into Sativa's hands. "Here. Take the captain his dinner."
Sativa almost dropped it in surprise. "The captain?"
Cook made an exasperated sound. "Yes, Captain Zydrunas, the man who commands this ship and crew. He doesn't come and fetch his food like the rest of the men – we must take it to him. And tonight, we means you. I'm far too busy to wait on him."
"Where do I take it?" Sativa asked. The captain was usually on deck, keeping his eye on everyone, but try as she might, Sativa could not remember ever seeing the man eat.
"His cabin, of course. Knock on the door, and if there is no answer, leave it outside the door. And be quick about it, for the captain prefers his food hot."
"Then if he does not answer, I should take it into his cabin, and leave
